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...issue of blacks, Buchanan asserted in 1972 that "the ship of integration is going down. It's not our ship." By speaking in the first-person plural, Buchanan is exhibiting a detachment from black citizens. The cause, one for which the fight continues, is not his. This is a frightening fact--that the push for racial integration is not a goal of a political leader. That this unconstitutional mindframe can appeal to a portion of the populace bears testimony to the erosion of America's social values. Where are the counter-attacks to his monstrous assertions...
Word is a "webzine," one of dozens of bright new publications that have blossomed in the past year on the World Wide Web, the hot new multimedia hangout on the Internet. With edgy graphics and clever first-person writing, webzines are attracting a small but fiercely loyal readership. They are also starting to attract something even more important: good old-fashioned advertising. Saab, IBM, MasterCard and clear-beer Zima are among the sponsors whose winking logos bedizen every screenful of Word. And the stimulus of these ad dollars has encouraged even more publishers to come online...
...early as his first year at ADM, Whitacre told FORTUNE in a first-person account published last week, he began hearing from other managers that price fixing was an accepted practice at the com pany. His concern grew in February 1992, when Randall and vice chairman Michael ("Mick") Andreas, the son of the chairman, told Whitacre to begin working with Terrance Wilson, the president of the corn-processing division. Wilson, they said, would instruct him "about how ADM does business.'' But colleagues had warned Whitacre to be wary of Wilson because he was said to be involved in the price...
Some of these suspicions arise naturally from Carcaterra's incredible first-person tale. He and his three best friends, so he says in the book, grow up in Hell's Kitchen, a working-class neighborhood on the West Side of midtown Manhattan. An adolescent prank in the summer of 1967 goes terribly amiss and causes serious injury to an elderly man. As a result, the four friends are sent to an upstate New York correctional facility for boys, where they are repeatedly raped, beaten and tortured, physically and mentally, by four sadistic guards...
Reunited in their 40s, they are a lively bunch. But Conroy, who has thrived by writing in the first-person portentous, burdens his already preoccupied characters with the bloody 20th century. Attempts to relate the madness of Vietnam to Hitler's evil are loopy. So is some of Conroy's rhetoric. "Through no preference or selection of our own," begins one chapter, "the graduating class of 1966, in high schools all over America, found ourselves cast like dice across the velvet-covered gambling tables of history ... the best we could do was cover our eyes and ears and genitalia like...